Masuk
Hailey Queen
"Babe it's not what it looks like, I didn't hit her, I swear,” My voice trembled as my heart pounded so violently that I felt it in my throat. "How dare you? I'm done with your pathetic attitude Hailey.” Brighton…My boyfriend said. Just when I thought he would stand by my side and pick me up, he walked towards Madison and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her impossibly close, she giggled like they're sworn lovers. I blink tears away as I glared at my sobbing step-sister. What a pretentious bitch. I glanced at his half buttoned shirt, and my heart cracked into a thousand pieces. "You got Madison's name tattooed on your chest?" "Oh this? It's my way of showing her I love her and not you. Madison may be your sister but she's my soulmate," Brighton spat, grinning like a man who just won a trophy. Tears streamed down my face, how could I be strong? I stepped forward, trembling. “Brighton… please, don’t do this…” He laughed, a low, suffocating sound. “Don’t do what? Hailey, you hit Madison, didn’t you? You’ve always been jealous of her. You are jealous of the bond we have. Why else would you even think of touching her?” My hands flew to my chest. “I… I didn’t do such a thing, she is lying—” But he cut me off with a sharp push that sent me stumbling backwards. “Don’t lie to me! She has told me already, Madison never lies, you little desperate fool. Always trying to ruin things for everyone!” I caught a glance at Madison at the corner of my eye, she had a grin on her face. She must have enjoyed this. He grabbed my arm with an iron grip, yanking me toward him. “Answer me....why did you hit her, huh? Tell me!” “I told you, I didn't!” I blink away a few tears. Tears stung my eyes as I shook my head, but my words nearly died in my throat. “I thought you loved me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “You invited me here, I'm your girlfriend. You are not even believing I'm innocent!” SLAP!! Brighton slapped me across the face so hard my cheek burnt, leaving a sting that ran down my jaw. “Loved you? Hahaha! You think I would actually love someone like you?” He shoved me again, this time forcing me to land roughly against the wall. The crowd around us erupted in laughter and jeers. He leaned in, his face twisted with mockery. “You’re pathetic, Hailey. Always jealous, always desperate. I only dated you because you were convenient, because i thought you're a good person till you showed your true colours .” He took a wine glass and poured it on my head, making my hair wet immediately. “You never wanted to accept it Hailey, you knew he only came to visit because of me.” Madison folded her arms and scoffed. I felt my knees weaken, but he didn't give me a moment to catch my breath. He shoved me again, harder this time, making me hit the floor. I heard the thud of my back against the tile. My glasses slip down my nose, and my tears blur everything around me. Brighton turned towards Madison with a triumphant grin, then back at me. “And look at you—still fake crying, You are a very good actor. Pathetic little virgin.” “Madison, tell him the truth, tell him I didn't hit you,” I sobbed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. But she just scoffed, dismissing me like I'm purely nothing. I choked on a sob as he knelt slightly to spit mockingly in my direction, then smirked. “And if you ever dare tell anyone we are dating… I’ll make sure I break more than just your fingers.” He warned. He grabbed a bucket of red liquid from one of the party tables and splashed it over me. It dripped down my hair and clothes, sticking like glue. I cough, sputtering, the laughter of the crowd ringing in my ears. “You think anyone will care about you?” he scoffed. “No one cares about you! Everyone’s laughing at you, Hailey. Pathetic little Hailey Queen.” Madison stepped closer, smirking, and whispered cruelly, “I heard she moans your name in her sleep.” She took out my diary from my bag and threw it at Brighton, “see... she is a stalker and a creep!” “Bring that back, it's private!” I tried reaching for the diary but Brighton pushed me away, making other students snicker. “What the fuck? I knew you were a weirdo,” He scoffed as he ripped my diary in pieces. Brighton pushed me again, making me fall backward on my hands and knees. I was trembling, humiliated, and alone. The party continued around me as if I don’t exist, the lights glaring, the music booming, everyone cheering for my misery. "Brighton… I thought you loved me… that you believed in us," I sob, my voice cracking as hot tears stream down my face. He laughed, a sound like knives scraping metal. “Loved you? Hahaha—me? You’re nothing to me. Never were. And tonight, everyone knows the truth…. everyone sees it! You literally just hurt Madison because of your stupid obsession with me.” “But–” I tried to speak, but I could only cough out blood. I try to stand, but he shoved me so hard I hit the floor again, everyone laughed again. My head spins, my back ached, and my heart felt like it’s being torn apart. Then… a deep manly voice I’ve never heard before. "Hey, leave her alone!"Hailey’s POVThe morning light filters through the lace curtains of the lake house bedroom, soft and golden, painting stripes across the white duvet. I wake slowly, the kind of slow where every breath feels deliberate, like I’m savoring the last quiet moment before the world rushes in. Roy’s arm is heavy across my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck, breath warm and steady against my skin. He’s still asleep—deep, peaceful sleep—the way only he can manage the night before something huge.Today is the day.I slip out from under his arm carefully, not wanting to wake him yet. My bare feet touch the cool hardwood floor. The ring on my left hand catches the light—simple, sparkling, real—and I pause just to look at it. To feel the weight of it. To remember every second that led here.Downstairs the house is already alive in that gentle pre-wedding way. Madison is in the kitchen, barefoot in yoga pants, stirring something that smells like coffee and cinnamon. She glances up when I
Roy’s POVMy palms are slick with sweat, no matter how many times I wipe them on the rough denim of my jeans. The ring box in my pocket presses against my thigh like a stone—small but impossibly heavy, its velvet edges worn from how often I've pulled it out just to stare at it in the dim light of my truck. College is behind me, the last game played, scouts' calls fading into silence, and all that's left is this gnawing uncertainty about what's next. But her—that's the one thing I know. Hailey. The girl who turned my world upside down with one fierce check on the ice and never let it right itself.The deck at the lake house overlooks the water, string lights draped like stars fallen low, their warm gold flickering off the gentle ripples below. The air smells of pine and fresh lake mist, cool against my heated skin. Crickets chirp in the distance, a soft underscore to the pounding in my chest. No crowd, no distractions—just the quiet intimacy of the place we've claimed as our escape, wh
Madison’s POVThe dining room in Pedro’s mansion felt larger than it should have at night. The long mahogany table stretched between us like a battlefield, lit only by the low flicker of candles and the soft glow from the chandelier overhead. Crystal glasses caught the light, throwing tiny rainbows across the white tablecloth. Pedro sat at the head, relaxed in his chair, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching me over the rim of his wine glass.I kept my hands folded in my lap so he wouldn’t see them shake.The food was perfect—rare filet, truffle risotto, asparagus with butter that smelled like money. I pushed small pieces around my plate, appetite gone since the moment I walked through the front doors. He had been charming all evening: compliments on my dress, questions about my day, that easy smile he used when cameras were around. But the air between us had thickened with every course. I could feel what he wanted before he even said it.After dessert plates were cleared, he leaned
Luca’s POVViolet’s legs are locked around my waist, her nails digging half-moons into my shoulders while I drive into her—hard, steady, no mercy. The bed creaks under us in that familiar rhythm we’ve perfected over months. She’s moaning my name in that broken little way that usually sends me over the edge fast.But tonight my head isn’t all here.Every time my eyes drift shut, it’s not Violet’s face I see behind my lids. It’s Hailey—cheeks flushed after practice, sweat-damp hair sticking to her neck, that sharp smirk she throws me across the ice when our teams line up for drills. Rivals. Always fucking rivals. The same girl who body-checked me into the boards last week and then laughed when I got up cursing her name.I open my eyes again—force them open—and it’s Violet staring back at me, lips parted, pupils blown wide. Beautiful. Mine. Except the image flickers, overlays, and I’m picturing Hailey’s mouth instead. The way she bites her bottom lip when she’s concentrating on a play. T
Violet’s POVLuca doesn’t let me come down all the way.I’m still catching my breath, thighs trembling from the slow grind we just finished, when he reaches over the side of the bed again. The drawer opens with that familiar quiet scrape. He pulls out the black silicone toy—the curved one, thick at the base, angled just right. He holds it up between us for a second, letting me see it, letting the anticipation build.“You want this?” he asks, voice low.I nod once. My pussy clenches at the sight of it in his hand.He shifts down the bed, settling between my legs. He spreads me open with his free hand—thumb and fingers holding my lips apart so he can watch. I’m still slick, still leaking his cum from earlier. He drags the blunt tip of the toy through the mess, coating it, then presses it against my entrance.Slow.No rush.He pushes in steadily—watching my face the whole time. The stretch is different from him: firmer, unyielding. I feel every inch slide inside until the curve nestles r
Violet’s POVI’m still boneless, chest heaving, when Luca finally rolls off me and onto his back beside me on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. His cock—thick, flushed dark, veined, and glistening at the tip—stands rigid against his stomach, twitching every time his heart beats. He’s leaking steadily now, a shiny trail already smeared across the ridges of his abs from where he’d been grinding against me earlier.He doesn’t say anything. Just props himself up on one elbow, eyes locked on my face, waiting. Challenging. Like he knows exactly what I’m about to do before I even move.My mouth waters.I push up onto my hands and knees, crawl between his spread thighs without breaking eye contact. His breath catches when I settle there—knees tucked under me, ass still in the air, thighs sticky from everything he just did to me.I wrap my fingers around the base of him first. He’s so thick my thumb and middle finger don’t quite meet. Hot. Velvet over steel. I give one slow, firm st







